Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
In the gathering dark, the light from the lighthouse grew stronger, casting a bright glow out towards the sea. It cast shadows about her as Maea made her way down from the top, and the shrine to Safrin that lay within. She had made it a point to find all the shrines in the region, to visit them and pray to her gods as often as she could. Somehow, she hoped it might make up for using the portals. To ease her guilt over not being satisfied with remaining in the Grounds, now that the cage had opened for her.
There were a lot of things on her mind to sort through, anyway. Praying was a relief, a way to ease the burdens a little, whether she got replies or not. There was a stillness in the sanctity of these little temples and shrines that appealed to her, a familiar red thread of honor and respect that made these foreign shores seem a little less intimidating.
Once she made her way down to the ground again, she picked her way around the base of the tower. Moved towards the cliffs edge, wind whipping at her hair and skirts, almost threatening to pull the shawl off her shoulders. Maea didn't mind; the air was warm and sweet and filled with the scent of water and salt. Foreign... and yet familiar, as it reminded her of someone who loved the sea.
She closed her eyes. Tried not to think of him.
There were a lot of things on her mind to sort through, anyway. Praying was a relief, a way to ease the burdens a little, whether she got replies or not. There was a stillness in the sanctity of these little temples and shrines that appealed to her, a familiar red thread of honor and respect that made these foreign shores seem a little less intimidating.
Once she made her way down to the ground again, she picked her way around the base of the tower. Moved towards the cliffs edge, wind whipping at her hair and skirts, almost threatening to pull the shawl off her shoulders. Maea didn't mind; the air was warm and sweet and filled with the scent of water and salt. Foreign... and yet familiar, as it reminded her of someone who loved the sea.
She closed her eyes. Tried not to think of him.
